Page 101 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
At least I have sweet, lovely Sienna to help me watch Lily.
And at least we don’t have to live in the dorms this year.
That last one is huge. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to live in the dorms this summer like we typically do during camp. Thank God they’re undergoing massive renovations. Now I can be home at night to watch Lily and give Sienna a break.
Krugman, a burly man with a bushy mustache and a serious set of jowls, introduces himself and recites his accolades. While head coach at Prairie Tech U, his team won their division several times and a national championship a few years ago.
For a guy who seems to have the perfect résumé, I wonder why he doesn’t garner the recognition of an elite coach.
He taps the podium. “I’ll be meeting with each of you individually over the next three weeks. If it had been up to me, we would’ve done that sooner, but you know the rules. So consider this a baptism by fire. We’ll just do everything now.”
Coaches are limited in how often they can meet with athletes and when new coaches can take over a team. It sucks, but we all know how this shit works.
The left side of his face lifts in what I’m guessing is a smile. “The good news is we just got the go-ahead to move back into the dorms. So by Wednesday night, I expect each of you to be moved into your situation. My assistant coaches will be handing out your room assignments.”
Fuck.
And just like that, my plan for the next few weeks falls apart.
